Guardians.

This Entire Chapter is a Trigger!

Trigger warning- blood, self-inflicted harm, swearing, self-degradation.  (this is all bad if you don't like that stuff or could trigger skip! please I'll summarise it in the next chapter which I'll post DIRECTLY after) stay safe kiddos!

Roman 

Roman looked around the tent he was going to be sharing with Sam, it was large and open-spaced plenty of room for either to stretch in a weird way that reminded Roman of Harry Potter, Talyn explained that It was because they use charms on things like these so there is more space and feel homely while not being overcrowded.

Roman looked at his sleeves feeling the anxiety and need to scratch, he bit his lip holding it back just a little bit longer feeling his bite draw blood on his bottom lip, it sent some sort of release that made him relax and continue biting harder and harder the metallic iron-like taste not putting roman off, he could feel the anxiety slightly lessen until he rolled his red long sleeve up, he couldn't take it anymore, he looked at the previous scratches from the night before they were red from drawing blood and pink in other areas in some places he somehow got bruises forming from possibly hitting it against the bedside table. 

He sighed and looked around the room knowing no one should be in here until the morning, he goes and uses the other hand and digs his nails into the flesh and scratches, a wave of pain overtook the constant sadness and anxiety and roman sighed in relief looking at the small trickle of blood that went down his forearm and smiled, looking at his nails they had skin underneath the short nails from anxious biting.

If Roman got caught like this people would think he's insane, smiling while scratching his arm intensely watching blood begin to draw from it not being exactly a normal thing to usually be seen doing. Roman didn't care, it felt good and he needed it the adrenaline and pain kept him calm, sane, safe from the other thoughts that came after Virgil usually shouted. 

Cancelling the engagement wasn't a good idea. Roman cried the entire night regretting his decision of taking the rings off. Looking at the missing engagement band makes him yell at himself for being so goddamn stupid, the only piece of evidence Virgil might still care about him is now back at their house in a fucking box while they are god knows where to fight some sort of shadow monsters that can mentally communicate with eachother and the cherry on fucking top? Sam is fucking missing.

Fucking perfect.

 Roman dug deep not realising his nails were changing to claws he gasps at the different feeling making it go deeper and removing the now claw-like nails with shock looking at the scarlet blood covered his hand, the claws were coated in it as the blood slowly went down his palm and down his wrist, he was mesmerised like watching a dancer or a performer it entranced him. 

He looked at his arm and smiled seeing the blood dripping onto the grassy area he was standing on. He made note to clean the grass just in case sam did show up before the morning.

Roman then went to the bathroom that for some reason was in the tent and ran the tap washing the blood away, he growled as the cold water hit the tender skin. Roman dressed it still fixated on the blood that still seeped through the bandage and went to lay in one of the beds after cleaning away the blood off the grass patch.  

Silent tears trickled down his face as he went to sleep.